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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Dedrick intertwined his fingers with Levin’s long slender ones and stared at the ragged nails worn down by hauling stones from the quarry. Dedrick remembered winter nights when those elegant hands, never meant for such cruel labor, prepared succulent meals that would delight a king.
Levin’s hoarse voice brought him back to Auschwitz. “Dedrick, I—”
Dedrick pressed his finger against Levin’s chapped lips. “Save your strength.”
Bruises marred Levin’s flawless complexion. One long-lashed eye had swollen shut. He reached out and touched the pink triangle on Dedrick’s striped uniform. “You must know…”
Kissing Levin’s palm, Dedrick whispered, “I do.”
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